The cove of death<\/p>\n
breathes constant breath<\/p>\n
up till september time<\/p>\n
when the children play<\/p>\n
in the torture bay<\/p>\n
in Taiji where dolphins climb<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
up in the air over the nets<\/p>\n
under the tarps<\/p>\n
they ply<\/p>\n
trapped in their pods<\/p>\n
watched by the gods<\/p>\n
and there in the bay they die<\/p>\n
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honour there is no honour<\/p>\n
veneration there is none here<\/p>\n
anyone paying homage<\/p>\n
is overawed and clear<\/p>\n
given consideration<\/p>\n
to those sad souls who will<\/p>\n
die in the arms of the fishermen<\/p>\n
with their gaffs and their rods of steel<\/p>\n
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neglectful off-handed and cavalier<\/p>\n
desecrated so<\/p>\n
here in the bay<\/p>\n
where the children play<\/p>\n
the cove that runs red I hear<\/p>\n
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one has to be, disillusioned<\/p>\n
and totally unimpressed<\/p>\n
its withering to observe it<\/p>\n
recriminatory \u00a0and depressed<\/p>\n
it really is unjustified<\/p>\n
detracting from the whole<\/p>\n
traducement on such a degree<\/p>\n
to any parting soul<\/p>\n
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obstinacy unyielding<\/p>\n
obduracy too<\/p>\n
incorrigibility<\/p>\n
what are they going to do<\/p>\n
soon the cove will be bunged up<\/p>\n
with the bodies of those souls<\/p>\n
the dolphins lost and dying<\/p>\n
rammed into those holes<\/p>\n
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the steel rods of the fishermen<\/p>\n
the ugly nasty sods<\/p>\n
who think nothing of the innocent<\/p>\n
who know nothing of their gods<\/p>\n
they have forgotten all of them<\/p>\n
but will feel the wrath of time<\/p>\n
the catastrophe of who are \u00a0my friends<\/p>\n
contained in this sweet rhyme<\/p>\n
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the thoughtlessness apparent<\/p>\n
the inconsideration<\/p>\n
the unthinking the incogitant<\/p>\n
the irrational creation<\/p>\n
someone isn’t thinking<\/p>\n
someone doesn’t care<\/p>\n
now the children romp and play<\/p>\n
completely unaware<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
but by the 1st of September<\/p>\n
when Taiji is forced<\/p>\n
open they will see their foe<\/p>\n
the seaside \u00a0then divorced<\/p>\n
from any pleasurable activity<\/p>\n
irrational that would be<\/p>\n
empty headed unthinking<\/p>\n
uninventive obviously<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
the childrens little bodies<\/p>\n
soaked up in the blood<\/p>\n
of little baby Dolphins<\/p>\n
their bodies in the flood<\/p>\n
of blood and sickly sinew<\/p>\n
of bones even and pain<\/p>\n
mindlessly they suffer<\/p>\n
having, broke the chain<\/p>\n
Japan is so unfeeling<\/p>\n
so obviously she’s lost<\/p>\n
totally empty headed<\/p>\n
whats to be the cost<\/p>\n
the mindlessness of playing<\/p>\n
in what will be \u00a0a cove of blood<\/p>\n
unimaginative behaviour<\/p>\n
be wary of the flood<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
the evanescent peacefulness<\/p>\n
how it will melt and fade<\/p>\n
where little childrens voices were<\/p>\n
where their bodies laid<\/p>\n
soon the thrashing victims<\/p>\n
will follow the parade<\/p>\n
crying out in agony<\/p>\n
victims \u00a0clearly desolately<\/p>\n
conscious of the therapy<\/p>\n
which is clearly extra sensory<\/p>\n
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The cove of death breathes constant breath up till september time when the children play in the torture bay in Taiji where dolphins climb up in the air over the nets under the tarps they ply trapped in their … Continue reading